Confessions

Crochet is my latest fad. No matter how grandmotherly it looks or how slow it is… I can’t help but love it.What started off as a long crooked chain of yarn…became a ribbon…became a belt…. became a scarf….and now a super-scarf. Every time I flaunt my ever progressing work to others, all I get are unbelieving giggles because I tell them that it’s a quilt-to-be. Whenever I hear “it’s a parrot blanket!” or “it’s a snake’s quilt” or whenever I see my lovely roommate facetiously wrap it around her waist and coo “oooooh, I’m warm already!!!” ……..

I just say right back, “THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES!!!!!!!!”

Funny how I didn’t go to prayer meeting today. I figured that because I was going to miss the sermon and probably only stay about half an hour….why go? How easy it is for me to gloat over a one half-centimeter sized stich…but scoff at thirty minutes invested in eternity.Every time I turn down opportunities like this, I shrug my shoulders and say, “It’s only half an hour!” ……

And God just says right back, “THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES!!!!”

There’s no kicks and giggles when it comes to fighting the flesh. But, this, too, is forgiven. More opportunities will arise. Days will pass. Years will pass. As of now, my soul is like the dinky super-scarf I have unfinished beside me. Oh, but one day…. one day, I will unravel my finished work to my Lord……my grand, myriad-colored tapestry that will unroll endlessly down His courts.Tomorrow, I hope to make a few more stitches.Think of the possibilities.